W Is For Witch

I met a wizened woman As I walked on the heath, She had an old black bonnet Her small eyes peeped beneath, Her garments were so shabby She couldn't have been rich, She hobbled with a crutchstick, And I knew she was a Witch. She peered at me so slyly It made my heart feel queer, She mumbled as she passed me, But what I couldn't hear. I smiled at her for answer And wished her a good day She nodded and she chuckled And she hobbled on her way. And so I got home safely. I didn't drop the eggs, My nose had grown no longer, My legs were still my legs, I didn't lose my penny 0rtumble in a ditch - So mind you smile and say 'Good Day' When you meet a witch.